StacckLord (feat. Fowler)

Minamoto, so you know that we the mob
Hop out with the mop and clean like it's my job
I got racks, but didn't scam or rob
Ran it up together, split it with the squad

We bout business, but we also bout that issue
Shots they hit and flip you, rifle rounds no pistols
Leave his family cryin, they gone need some tissue
Code of silence, cuz nobody's blowin whistles

Minamoto, so you know that we the mob
Hop out with the mop and clean like it's my job
I got racks, but didn't scam or rob
Ran it up together, split it with the squad

We bout business, but we also bout that issue
Shots they hit and flip you, rifle rounds no pistols
Leave his family cryin, they gone need some tissue
Code of silence, cuz nobody's blowin whistles

Got my racks up, had to stack up
Hoe don't act up
Back up, try to act tuff, you get slapped up

Got my racks up, had to stack up
Hoe don't act up
Back up, try to act tuff, you get slapped up

Fowler straight drop, watch me water whip it
I heard they was dissin, All their shots are missin
When I spin the bloc, I bet I ace my mission
I know imma get him, I'll banana split him

Talk is cheap, but you niggahz broken peasants
Wrap the bodies up, like Santa wrapping presents
I walk in the room and they can feel my presence
I throw punches, bet I send him to the dentist

Had to keep my distance, they were up to somethin
Watch your Homies cuz they never can be trusted
Never base your love for women off of lustin
Bitches always lead a niggah to destruction

I stayed focused cuz I didn't have a penny
Down bad, I was drinkin hella Henny
If it wasn't that, then I was drinking remi
Couldn't trust nobody, so I kept a semi

Automatic how I blast it
If you really down for that action
I'll minus that ass no subtraction
Pistol paccin, cuz I can't get caught laccin
Choppa chop his body into a fraction

Tried to be peaceful, but knew this would happen
Poetry clubs know that Vante be snappin
NiggaHz know that Fowler got this bitch slappin
Chiropractor flag, I got this bitch craccin

Y'all don't know, y'all some hoes
I been strapped, no girbauds
Know some niggahz stole my flows
But they had to sell their souls

I was broke, hit my lows
Had some friends, that were foes
My real bros, held it down
They would keep me on my toes

Heard some niggaHz sending threats
Y'all think, I'm afraid of death?
8 point stars all on my chest
They sit on top of my vest

I won't break and I won't quit
Enemies can suck my dick
Watch the way I whip my wrist
The same way I load the clip

Really meant to say the mag
I got 14 in my bag
7.62's like to tumble
You would think that it's Iraq

I don't like to promote violence
But y'all weirdos like to brag
You could never whoop my ass
I can really get you tagged bitch

Minamoto, so you know that we the mob
Hop out with the mop and clean like it's my job
I got racks, but I didn't scam or rob
Ran it up together, split it with the squad

We bout business, but we also bout that issue
Shots they hit and flip you, rifle rounds no pistols
Leave his family cryin, they gone need some tissue
Code of silence, cuz nobody's blowin whistles

Got my racks up, had to stack up
Hoe don't act up
Back up, try to act tuff, you get slapped up

Got my racks up, had to stack up
Hoe don't act up
Back up, try to act tuff, you get slapped up

Yeah...
Aye
Aye Fowler, this bitch slappin
Had to switch it up one time for the one time
Aye
Yeah

Never thought they'd see the day Vante hop on a Fowler beat

Aye shoutout to D Wall
Yeah